Heather pov
I can't believe I just…. Great, in the spur of the moment not only did I practically destroy any friendships that remained in that house, but now the whole school is now convinced that I'm the next dark lady thanks to Bellatrix Black. Typical isn't it? My world keeps going from bad to worse. My life is just completely in tatters. Yes I have the 'support' from Slytherin but well they are going to stab me in the back in the future. The only reason why they are offering this is because the young dark lord is interested in me, well apart from possibly Draco and Bellatrix (I just can't think of her as a BELLA!). Draco is doing this because of our resent deal, Bellatrix because I remind her of Tom.
The others wouldn't be tolerating me if not from Tom Marvolo Riddle's interest in me. Why he is even interested in me? Ok that's a stupid question, I'm interested in him but his interest seems so much more intense. It's almost suffocating if you know what I mean. Although Tom has found out I survived the killing curse, don't I know that last year in his timeline he managed to achieve immortality? Life is just so confusing. I don't know who I can trust any more.
"Heather?" Why do these people catch me unaware all of the time? It's Tom, an echo of the very same voice I'd heard in the chamber.
"Tom…." I shivered.
"Bellatrix told me what happened." His voice was so soft yet so chilling; we were alone completely alone in this corridor. "Heather, I cannot say I blame you." His voice sent shivers down my spine as I gazed into his eyes.
"They'll turn red you know." I murmured.
"What?" He asked softly, slightly confused.
I laughed ever so softly; don't they say 'laugh in the face of fear'? I guess that's true in some ways. "Your eyes will turn red. Immortality has its price." Why the hell did I say that? His eyes widened in shock as did mine. Why the hell had I said that? That's just going to make my life worse, he'll become more hell-bent on finding out how the hell I know…or maybe I could just tell him. Right now I don't see the point in defying him, there may not be anything he can hold over my head but that just makes it even worse for me. Normally it brings pain, unbearable pain….
"How the hell do you know about that?" He snapped. His eyes flashed blood red, like the Voldermort of the future, in shock I stepped back a couple of steps.
Deep breaths Heather make your choice and don't break down with whatever you choose. "The diary…." I whispered. "Second year it opened the chamber, let's just say common sense tells me it was more than just a simple diary…." He obviously recognised it, he paled considerably.
"Did it hurt you?" He hissed.
"Why do you care?" I replied softly.
He looked at me shocked. "I honestly have no idea Heather, but I do. Some part of me cares about you, more than I want to admit." He murmured. "Please tell me, did it hurt you? What did it do? How did one diary open the chamber despite the…?" He trailed off unsure whether or not he should reveal something to me, something huge. Though why did he consider telling me? Surely it wouldn't help him in the future…then again something told me to trust him and answer him…maybe it's some sort of two way connection.
"It was you…" I murmured.
"What?" He asked shocked.
"A mere memory, you said but I knew it was something more. You set a Basilisk on me, by luck I killed it but I'd been bitten. Its venom coursed through my veins but phoenix tears have healing powers don't they?" Bitterly I laughed, I'd been one step away from finely dying and now I shall never. All it's done was grant me something I shall never crave, every wound now heals no matter how deep, and I've even tried poison…nothing ever works not anymore but like I'd tell him that.
"Guilty conscience Riddle?" I chuckled softly feeling slightly ill as the venom screamed through my veins like fire. It hurt but in the end there would no longer be anymore. I am no hero, only some stupid little girl with a death wish. Death is nothing to be afraid of, more like welcome in my opinion. Stupid aren't I? I did say all I am is some stupid little girl, how I defeated the basilisk was merely luck and advantages like I defeated Voldermort as a baby. Nothing I have ever achieved is of my own merit because all I am is a stupid little girl with a death wish which I have always been afraid of fulfilling but not anymore. I no longer care because the pain is too great.
"Look I…just…" He trailed off. "I just assumed you'd be one of these exaggerated light hugging hero's, the sort that were the supposed saviour's who were always the lamest at magic. Yet you're anything but. You're so powerful even at twelve you defeated a basilisk." His voice chilled me, did he care? No, no one ever cares for me. All I am is a stupid freak, or a worthless tool. The world is full of hypocrites; just like the dark lord…he's a half-blood like me.
I laughed but this time weaker because the pain was increasing. It was like my insides were burning. "I'm dying, no one will save me. At the age of sixteen you became immortal, yet now as a mortal I die. I'm pathetic, but I wouldn't just go and let her die without trying. Death is nothing to fear; at least it's better than pain." I murmured but it was more like a wince.
"Heather please stay in this time not in the memories." He broke me out of the flash back; even the pain had been recreated. I shivered.
"It possessed Ginny Weasley and then further sucked the life out of her." I murmured, answering his question.
He sighed. "Heaven help me if Dumbledore finds out I told you this…" He breathed. "Look Heather do you know what a horcrux is?" He asked. I shook my head watching his eyes. Shadows seemed to make him more sinister. "It gives you immortality Heather, and I was foolish enough to research it. Last year, in my time, I opened the chamber of secrets and my friend Myrtle was killed." My eyes widened, the basilisk had killed one of Tom's friends? I shivered. It is awful to know one of your friends died, but if you had been the one who had been primarily responsible for it… I dread to think about it.
"Myrtle was your friend? She's very sweet, her ghost is anyway." I whispered.
He smiled weakly. "I didn't have it in me to ever go and visit her, but Bella did. I felt so broken after finding out but I just had to accept it but then I remembered about the horcrux. You need to do a ritual which splits your soul into pieces, but first you need to have murdered someone. So that's what the diary was a horcrux." He murmured.
"It was a fragment of your soul?" I whispered my voice almost as quite as silence.
"Yes…" He breathed. "It was but so small it barely held all my personality."
"I am so sorry…" I murmured.
"Why?" He asked.
I gulped. "You…. The diary…it was destroyed."
He sighed. "It's not exactly your fault Heather beside I was your parents murderer wasn't I? I can hardly ask you to not do something like that. Dumbledore would have my head if he found out I'd told you about Horcruxes. They're dark and very dangerous, and not to mention Dumbledore thinks I'm evil incarnated so he probably can't think of a worse person to have immortality." He joked trying to make it seem more lighter in this hallway.
"Dumbledore is as prejudice as the rest of the world, none dare to look beneath the mask that many put over things." I smiled softly.
"What do you think about immortality?" He asked, ok how should I answer this? I couldn't be completely honest after all then he'd find out. Whether or not he's the Voldermort of this time yet it still wouldn't be good to tell him seeing as one day he would use the information as an advantage to his side.
"I believe it is a curse as much as a blessing." I breathed, that's true. Seeing as Voldermort can tell when his followers are lying to him I can't exactly try to lie. He'd probably be able to tell anyway so it would hardly help me right now to lie. "Personally I would not desire it for it would be a curse to me if I had it. Some people spend their lives wanting immortality but very rarely do people gain it. I guess immortality would destroy me should I have to bare it for long."
He smiled softly. "If you were immortal you probably wouldn't have to use horcruxes, immortality would become you better than anyone else." Oh if only he knew, oh the irony. Immortality is a curse, a scourge if you ask me.
"I bet it wouldn't" I smiled softly.
"But it would Heather, you'd be like an angel because you are so selfless and kind despite everything yet you would be an angel who fought for what she believed in. You wouldn't be afraid." He returned my smile, why did his eyes have to be so amazing? They're like the sea, a deep ocean blue.
"Oh I'm no angel; I'd have fallen years ago. No angel could be a killer, I'm far from innocent." I smirked, what was wrong with me? Why the hell was I smirking over something like that? Hell even Riddle didn't smirk about death, though the strange thing is I don't really regret the fact I've killed. Yeah I killed our defence teacher but he would have killed far more people if he'd escaped with the stone. Voldermort would have killed me because he didn't care if he killed the person who had defeated him. He wanted revenge, a dish best served cold.
"That is what makes you so amazing Heather; you've remained so pure despite what you've been out through. Even though you've killed it's your motives that make you so spectacular. Your amazing Heather." He smiled softly, it's hard to imagine that this boy becomes Voldermort but then again he could be trying to trick me. It could be some sort of game to him and it could completely destroy me.
"But I am not Riddle…" I smiled.
"Are you sure you're ok? You must hate them so much right now…" His eyes gleamed with sympathy.
"Funny enough I saw it coming…" I murmured.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Hufflepuff is the house of loyalty not Gryffindor, it's not the first time they've abandoned me but it was by far the worse…" I replied. "When they found out I could speak parseltongue they thought I was evil, last year they thought I was attention seeking when someone placed my name in the goblet of fire." I recalled the amount of times my 'best friends' abandoned me, I hated it but there was nothing I could have ever done about it because all in all everything I could have done would have made it worse. All I ever did to them was remaining loyal to them.
"Then why did you remain loyal to them?" He asked softly.
"Because before I went to Hogwarts I never had anyone." I replied. "I guess third times the charm; guess they never considered me as a friend in the first place." I added darkly, I hate the way they betrayed me and this is it. I'll never forgive them this time, this is it and I swear this is the last time I'll let them walk all over me!
"I know you don't trust me, probably never will but I swear I'll always back you." Tom promised.
"That will not always be true if you look at our future interactions." I breathed softly.
"Well then we'll have to change it then won't we?" He demanded.
I spoke bitterly. "Then this would have never happened, knowing my father I'd be a total git like my former friends. That would cause a loop because you'd hate me and try to kill me as a baby creating this again. Tom you'll never win when it comes to time, immortal or not for time is what fabricates everything. Besides knowing how the future of you plays out then Tom you wouldn't care about it. Something this year will change you, and it'll create this future and I am so sorry for everything because of what I will do in my time line. I'll cause you so much pain as a bodiless creature and I swear I never want you to suffer…" …like I have I wanted to say but I couldn't bring myself to say those words. They brought so much…. knowing I can never say them to him. My life is such a curse.
"You have nothing to be sorry for Heather for I shall bring it on myself…" He murmured. Was I falling for Tom Marvolo Riddle? Please tell me I was mistaken, but somehow I knew I wasn't and that creates my tragedy. How could we have a future when his future and my past lie entwined by fate?
"….I…" I couldn't bring myself to say anything more. Life was a living hell for me and I knew that nothing I could do or say would do a thing. "I am so sorry Tom…"
"Wait did you say you could speak parseltongue?" I mentally groaned, of all the facts I could have revealed why did I have to reveal that?
Bella pov
Tom is falling fast for Heather though whether or not he wants to acknowledge it. Somehow I figure he knows but refuses to admit unless Heather says the words first. Though the thing is that Tom and Heather are equally stubborn I can tell it's like looking through a glass mirror but then how long will it take for that mirror to smash? I can't allow that to happen, I just can't because I cannot bare to see what happens after it. Tom… I won't let him fall again, and he shall have such a long way to fall. I won't allow it to happen even if I have to speak to Heather herself! I refuse to let them break for only god knows how much chaos that shall course. No something shall have to be done and fast or at least return Tom and I to our rightful time before Heather shall break everything….
An: How was this chapter? Heather and Tom are beginning to realise their feelings but that will just cause more problems! J Thank you and please review!